The theme of the last week or so has been “if I can survive until next Wednesday, I’ll be alright.” Right now everything in life is on a collision course that will reach its height from tomorrow through Wednesday. In a few hours I leave with the cross-country team for a meet hosted by Wartburg down in Iowa. I’m rather pumped up over that, since I haven’t really raced much this season due to a hodge-podge of physical ailments. But then after that, it’ll be back to the saltmines. One of the drawbacks of senior year, I’ve found, is that one has so much opportunity to assume responsible positions. And I have a pathological inability to say no, so that means that as a result of my volunteerism I’ll be knee-deep in the Diversity Center Banquet on Sunday; embroiled in putting together E Pluribus Gustavus 2.0 all of Sunday night for the Monday night show; tied up in putting on Coming Out Week next week. Phew. Oh yeah and diving practice started this week at night. Who really needs time for academics?
Just as long as I make it to Wednesday.